Cracked
I am a
rock, dull and gray
You sit on
my back when you need respite
I am strong
and smooth and I bear your weight without seeming effort.
While you
sit on my back, I absorb your pain and sorrow, fear and worry.
Small
cracks form in my skin then fill with cold rain and blistering heat,
Sun and
wind and sand. The cracks get deeper and
wider.
In time,
tiny pieces of me begin to chip away.
I’m not so smooth anymore.
You still
sit on my back but it is not always so comfortable.
My chips
and cracks begin to chafe at your skin.
Time to move on. Time to find a
new rock.
You will
never know what I did with your fear and your pain,
When I
mixed it with the energy of the sun and offered it to the source of creation
Because to
see what it created in me, you have to look into the cracks.
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